Now that’s not exactly accurate. I’m not, of course, literally dragging across the floor. However, that’s precisely how I felt all day today.
I started my week off tired anyway. We had houseguests over the weekend and that was a lot of fun but it meant a busy schedule (not to mention going out to see George play) and not as much sleep as I would normally enjoy on a weekend. On Sunday I thought about going to sleep around 11:30 but then George asked me to do up some of the photos I had taken at the gig on Saturday. By the time I was done and in bed it was past 12:30, probably about 12:45.
That meant I was tired on Monday.
Naturally on Monday I thought perhaps I would get my tired ass to bed early. Then George (notice a pattern?) asked me if I could please work on the bio for his personal music site that he’s been working on with our friend Dino. Grumpy though I was about it, I decided to go ahead and give it a try, not entirely convinced I had enough brain power left to string together a few sentences, let alone a full bio.
I think I did a pretty good job after all. Alas, it was then 1:30. You know, in the morning. The night before a work day which means my alarm goes off at 7:00 am.
That meant I was exhausted on Tuesday.
And when I say I was tired, I was just a few shades shy of unconscious. I fell asleep on the bus going to work. I fell asleep on the way home. I nodded off in the lunch room in the morning with my book. I’m considering it a huge win that I didn’t fall asleep while I was actually working. I’m starting to feel like I have narcolepsy.
Which is why I am now, officially, going to bed. I’m not taking my Kindle upstairs to avoid the temptation of reading “just one chapter” before sleeping, something I might do on a less tired night. And I told George any creative work he might need from me will just have to wait for another day.
On that note, good freakin’ night.